DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl stood by the window and squinted slightly. Just a few minutes ago, he clearly felt that the back hand left in the old house of Gunter had been touched.

In other words, Voldemort has returned and is now planning how to implement the plan~...

But so what? An attempt that is doomed to fail...

In the night sky, the breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and the soft moonlight shone. With a knowing smile, Carl closed the window and walked towards his crib step by step. It was late at night and it was time to rest...

...

When the first rays of dawn shone on Hogwarts in the morning, and the glass was reflected in the room, the old castle began to flourish again.

Today is Monday, and when Carl slowly walked into the auditorium, many little wizards were already ready to eat breakfast.

Although it has been a night for the selection of the Warriors, everyone is still looking forward to the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. Excited discussions echoed in the auditorium one after another.

"Quiet! Everyone is quiet!"

Dumbledore walked out of the small room at the end of the auditorium. The old principal was red and he looked very energetic, but Karkaroff and Maxim, who followed him, were different. They both had a cold face. It was as if Dumbledore owed them a few hundred dollars.

"Four warriors, please come to the room I mentioned yesterday within fifteen minutes after the breakfast time, um...about the Triwizard Tournament, you need to get some necessary instructions!"

Carl looked at Karkaroff and Maksim, whose faces were stretched like a stone, with wicked fun. He thought that these two goods were so fierce last night that they almost ran away overnight. As a result, they are not the only ones Smashed his teeth and swallowed into his stomach.

Sure enough, there is no easy word in the adult world, and everyone is desperately catering to this world.

Taking a sip of milk into his mouth, Carl smacked his lips with emotion. But before he could eat the sandwiches in his two bites, Harry ran over in a hurry, his expression of impatience made him laugh.

"Don't be nervous, Harry! This time, Professor Dumbledore, they just told us the specific time of the competition and mentioned some precautions by the way. The first project will actually start until November!" Carl said indifferently to him. Waved his hand to signal him to relax.

After listening to his comfort, Harry's nervous expression relaxed a little. But when he thought of what happened last night, he couldn't help but feel a heaviness in his heart. He opened his mouth and stopped talking, not knowing whether he should tell it or not.

Voldemort was back, and he killed another person. This bad news appeared at the tense moment of the Triwizard Tournament, which is really terrifying.

"I think you seem to be in a bad mood... What's wrong, has something bad happened? It has something to do with Voldemort, right?" Seeing Harry's face full of sadness, Carl frowned slightly, putting down the sandwich in his hand and asked softly.

Although he hasn't spoken yet, Carl has faintly guessed that he had been triggered by the little trick he had stayed in the old house of Gunter last night.

That piece of Voldemort's soul probably did something wrong with Harry again last night.

Harry nodded, with a surprised look on his face. He didn't say this, how did Carl know?

If Carl hears his voice, he will definitely make a complaint—you don’t know too much. During the summer vacation, Father Voldemort’s grave was planed by me...

"Let's talk about it, maybe I have a solution?" Carl chuckled lightly and took another bite of the sandwich in his hand.

"Last night, when I returned to the bedroom, the scar started to hurt somehow. Then..."

There was a rare look of sadness on Harry's face. He looked at the little wizard who was still discussing excitedly next to him, and moved closer. Speaking very quickly, he repeated everything he saw last night.

"I think what I saw must be false! That must have been deliberately fooled by Voldemort! Peter Pettigrew has been killed by the Dementor, so how could he still appear next to him..."

Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, then looked at Carl expectantly, maybe Carl can provide a reasonable explanation for this phenomenon?

"This...I think what you saw may indeed be true!" Carl said with an embarrassed expression after quietly listening to Harry's description.

All signs showed that Voldemort had really joined Peter yesterday and was ready to do things again.

"This time my name appeared in the Goblet of Fire this time, maybe he was a ghost. It seems that my luck is really bad..."

Although he had anticipated this result, Harry still felt a headache.

"How did Peter Pettigrew escape from Azkaban? We have already told them that he is an Animagus to make them wary, but...but!"

When Harry thought of the ugly face that gradually emerged from the shadows last night, a wave of nameless fire appeared in his heart~www.readwn.com~ that bastard, not only did not die in the dementor’s kiss In the end, he escaped. What made him feel disgusting was that not only did the Ministry of Magic not announce the truth of Peter’s escape, but it also suppressed the matter.

"This is normal!" Hearing Harry mentioned the Ministry of Magic, a trace of contempt flashed in Karl's eyes. "Once this happens, it will cause panic. The roaring letter can fill the entire Ministry in one day. , And how can our Mr. Minister just indulge in this matter and continue to develop like this? Don't be funny..."

"..."

After listening to Carl's analysis, Harry couldn't say a word anymore as if his throat was blocked by something. Suddenly, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"This situation has been common since the minister took office. Remember Crouch?

At the Quidditch match, when the guy saw Sirius, he insisted that he was behind the scenes. Almost everyone was shaking the pot like crazy..."

Carl went on to say, his tone sounded like it was a normal thing.

"I understand." Harry was silent for a while, and finally uttered a word with difficulty.

"This world is like a big invisible hand, which is constantly changing. If you can't change it, then maintaining your shape without being changed by it is also something to be proud of." Carl closed his eyes and turned his mouth. A slight upward arc was outlined.

In his hand, the walnut wand is being turned quickly by him, but it is a pity that it is no longer in its own shape. The story behind this is not for outsiders...

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